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“Conner, I’m here. Open the door,” she said into the phone.
“Is he out there?”
“He is, but it’s fine. Let me in so we can get your shit.”
War hung back and the minute Cali disappeared inside, he addressed York. “You do that?”
York grinned and shrugged. “He pulled a gun or at least tried to. I punched his ass before he could do anything with it.”
“Where is it?” War asked but kept his eyes on Maurice.
“Right here, you want it?” York lifted his hand.
War glanced at his boy and frowned. “You were gonna shoot him with his own gun.”
“Wasn’t gonna use one of mine and besides, first rule is don’t pull your shit unless you know how to use it.”
War nodded and stepped around York. “Get up.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Your last chance at redemption but not before I teach you a very painful lesson.” War grabbed a fistful of Maurice’s shirt and yanked him from the stairs. He was clearly past his limit with whatever he had been drinking so Maurice stumbled before gaining his footing. Before he was balanced completely, War’s fist met his face so hard he felt the crunch of the bones when he made contact. Maurice landed on his ass and cupped his nose which was already spewing blood.
“Get the fuck up. I’m giving you a chance to defend yourself and go toe to toe with a real man.”
“Fuck you,” Maurice sneered but then remembered it wasn’t just the two of them. He glanced at the man who held him captive only moments before.
York chuckled. “I’m not gon’ shoot your ass. This nigga right here is about to do much worse. You better get your ass up, and fast.”
Maurice’s eyes darted back to War and he realized he was fucked. “I’m just gonna leave.”
“Nah, you’re not.” War smirked and before Maurice could respond, he was hit again but this time, War didn’t let up. By the time York dragged him away from Maurice’s limp battered body, War could see he had done enough damage.
“You trying to catch a body over this woman? ’Cause if not, you better let this shit ride.”
“Nah, no body. I think he understands the message I was delivering. Stay the fuck away from Conner.”
When War’s eyes lowered to Maurice, he coughed up blood and turned his head to the side. “Are you fuckin’ her?” Maurice mumbled.
War leaned over him and fisted his shirt so Maurice was focused and close. “No, but you aren’t either. I meant what the fuck I said. Stay away from Conner. This is the only warning you get.”
He let him go and Maurice coughed up more blood. After a tortured struggle, he managed to lift to a seated position. He slumped against the railing ,wheezing from the lack of air he was able to intake because of his broken nose and cracked jaw.
York extended the gun to War who shook his head. “Keep it. Put a few bodies on that shit. I’m sure his simple ass has it registered. Maybe that will keep him motivated to stay the fuck away from Conner.”
Nodding, York tucked the gun at the back of his jeans. “If you’re not fucking his girl, why are we here?”
“Her sister.” War didn’t give Cali’s name. York had been around Merritt enough that he would recognize it since he was always sticking his chest out about the woman he had tucked away. There were plenty of days where Merritt spoke arrogantly about the woman he was fucking but didn’t deserve. War’s jaw clenched with the reminder of how he’d ended up here in the first place.
“Cali needs to mind her fucking business and leave mine and Conner’s alone,” Maurice murmured from nearby.
“There is no you and Conner. Keep thinking that shit and next time you don’t walk away.”
“Cali?” York repeated and War knew what was coming. “Cali that Merritt was fucking with? That’s her. You’re fucking Merritt’s girl.”
War walked up on York and spoke through clenched teeth. “Merritt ain’t here and she isn’t his.” Before York could argue the point, Cali stepped out of the door lugging a rolling suitcase and a backpack. Her eyes darted between York and War.
“What did you just say?”
